I was so angry! It was her fault for making my dad die! It was all her fault. I didn’t forget to tell her that when I yelled at her. That lasted for abotu 10 minutes. I wanted to run away. I ran out of the stall and tried to get out of the door but
Angela blocked it and held me in a tight hug. I punched and kicked her but she never let go. Finally I was so weak I just hugged her back and cried. I apologised over and over again, about how sorry I was. She said it didn’t matter, just not to do it again. I promised that I wouldn’t and she told me it was time to go. She walked me to the car and put me in the back seat, told me she would be right back and locked the car doors. I was kinda scared all alone in there, not to mention that I was uncomfortable, as I was in a poopy diaper, and it smelt. Angela got in the backseat with me, and then Adam got in beside her. Teresa was driving, and Bill was in the front seat with her. Angela cuddled me in the backseat while Adam cuddled her. It was like one big family.

I fell asleep and was carried in by Adam. The boys went to their room and left us girls alone. Teresa changed my diaper while Anglea had a shower, and I was put in just a nightie and a goodnite. I was tucked into bed and was ignorant to anything else that happened that night. It was a good thing too because during the night Adam and Teresa switched rooms. I don’t know what happened, but I am sure that I wouldn’t want to know.

When I woke up I was in the car. I sat up and felt that I was wet. I had to pee so I just let go. I felt down there and it was mushy; I was pretty wet. I sat up and Angela looked at me with a smile.

“Morning Sweetie, how did you sleep?”

“Otay… I’m still really ti-ti-reed.” I said through a yawn. “Umm… I need a… uhh…” I could feel tears well up in my eyes… I still wasn’t used to the whole diaper deal.

“You need a change?” Angela finished my sentence for me.

“Yes please.” I said quitely, my cheeks burning with embarassment.
Teresa stopped the car and Angela and I got out and she lay me down in the back of the SUV and proceded to change my diaper. She commented on how I was getting a little bit of a rash and applied lots of cream so it would heal and not hurt. When she was done she just left me in my nightie and I hopped out of the back.

“Can you please sit in the back with me?” I asked Angela.

“Sure, no problem hunnie, I don’t mind.”

We both got into the back and I just set my head into her lap.

“Is today the day?” I asked her.

“Yeah it is, that’s why we left so early, it is still only 6am.” Angela anwsered me.

“Please Angela, I don’t wanna do this! Please!” I started to really cry so I grabbed her close and buried my face into her stomach.

“You have to baby, I know, it was your daddy, it is going to be hard, but we have to. You know he will always, and I mean ALWAYS, be watching out for you!”

“Nooo. He shouldn’t have died! It should have been me!” I screamed.

“Lacey, you are on earth for a reason! God doesn’t want you to go; it isn’t your time yet!” Angela yelled back at me. I started sobbing then, I hated when people yelled at me.

“Awwe sweetheart, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell, I know it is hard on you.” At that she lifted me on her lap and I cuddled into her arms like a little baby. I tried to calm myself down, but it didn’t really work. She ran her fingers through my hair and rubbed my belly. All though this I cried silently. I put my thumb in my mouth and after a half an hour I feel asleep in her arms, and it stayed that way until we got to Angela’s house.